Dark Romance Masked Man Novels & Stories

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

Over his eyes sat a mask—obsidian, matte and metal, etched in frost-like patterns that curved like a whisper down one cheek. His green eyes gleamed beneath it. Not cold. Not cruel. Alive. Searching. She hadn’t seen him yet. Not really. But he saw her. And when he did, he forgot to breathe. Emilia took a few tentative steps toward the ballroom floor, drawn in by the waltz. The music shifted into something slower, aching—romantic with the hint of old-world sadness. She turned—and suddenly, he was there. A masked man, tall and composed, stepping from the shadows like he’d materialized from stardust.

Luceyado was murmuring rapidly to a tall man, and the others were looking on expectantly. He didn't seem much different from the others. I honestly hadn't noticed him before, he mingled with the dancers so well. He was wearing a silver mask. It framed his keen eyes and stood out against his lush, dark hair. A blood-red rose was on his lapel, and his black attire sparkled softly when he moved. When he saw I was looking at him, he approached and knelt beside me. I shivered as his hand reached toward my face. "Wha--what are you doing?" I asked, trying hard to steady my cracked voice.

said Charlotte . " Your dress isn't even that long . " said the masked person . " Whatever ! Everyone has their preferences and I have mine too ! I don't like dresses and I never will like them . Especially ball dresses ! " said Charlotte . After sitting on the rock part of the fountain Charlotte sat on the right side of the masked person to take a look at his arm . " Can you please take your mantel and jacked off ?! " said Charlotte . The masked man looked at Charlotte and did as she told him , he took off his mantel and his jacket . Charlotte unbuttoned the shirt on his wrist .

It’s as if my eardrums would explode as the corners of my eyes start to sting. However, all these effects reduces to nothing the moment I feel a smooth hand on each of my ears, covering the latter from all the noise and chaos. I turn around to see a masked man—clad in a dark red tuxedo, wearing a black half-faced mask, and smiling with those green eyes of his. “Keep your attention on me,” he whispers while bringing his hands down from my ears. The next thing I know, he tangles his fingers with mine while his other hand snakes around my waist and pulls me close.

the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive. Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her leg. Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot behind her knee. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin.

The man smirked coldly and looked at Hazel, his cold eyes seemed to be regarding her as an object, not a person. He wore a silver mask, and the mask was engraved with the flirtatious flower. The mask covered most of his face, only revealing sexy thin lips. Hazel’s heart suddenly became cold. Although the lights were dim, it was enough for her to see clearly that the man in front of her was not Joshua. In fact, as soon as he approached her, she knew it wasn’t Joshua, he was gentle and made others feel comfortable. The man in the room was just the opposite, he was cold, like snow in the middle of winter.

Although it was a festival, no one could hold back their eyes from the strange person who was walking with a masquerade mask. Strolling to his destination, the man couldn't care less about the people eyeing him and instead thought in his heart that his attire was normal enough. Next to him, a young man with a slightly different height with golden hair like gold strands had his emerald eyes shopping around the window. He had charming features and a sweetly seductive smile. Although he looked a little older than his age, the young man was still around seventeen in age. From time to time, he noticed some of the girls looking at him shyly and smiled sweetly while waving for a greet. After having

He handed the remote to his trusted lackey. Danial met Victor's gaze with unwavering determination, his expression unreadable behind the mask that obscured his features. He stood tall and composed, a silent sentinel prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead. "Only time will tell," the masked man replied cryptically, his voice tinged with an air of enigmatic confidence. His hands remained clasped behind his back, a subtle display of readiness and anticipation as he awaited the commencement of their duel.

I stare in utter shock at their dead bodies lying lifeless on the floor after they’ve both being shot directly in the head by a man wearing a mask. Wait a minute, why does this man feel so familiar? It’s been a hectic night. Running through the list of the people I have met tonight, there is a unique man among them. What’s his name again? Right, it’s Pedro with the red mask and the same man is walking majestically towards me. The same man but with a different aura. Dark and intimidating aura emmiting from him as he gets closer. He is so different from the man I met in the ballroom. His gaze is cold and scary. Every single step he takes declares a domineering and terrifying aura. I feel like